Saturday, 22 November 2008

London Tourists

Another rainy day in London. I have come to realize that I am not sure what I dread more – a Canadian winter or a UK winter. In Canada it is cold, and the wind burns your skin. A fresh coating of snow can be beautiful, but when spring comes and it starts to melt – well, it is just ugly (and muddy). In the UK, the rains and impending darkness are a bit depressing. In both countries, I end up with the wet pant legs (ha ha ha ya I know). Luckily in London I doubt I will end up with salt stains eating my clothing. Maybe I need to move south?I think I have finally figured out the despondence of the average Londoner – it boils down to tourism. This city is overrun by tourists, and I have come to realize that in order to get anywhere you must put on a blank expression to avoid being asked for directions, asked for help, or a sundry of other questions. Also, due to the fact that tourists need to stop every five feet to take a picture, you run the risk of getting nowhere. Oh and about pictures - I am sick of tourists who need to pose in front of every bloody building possible! How many pictures do you need of yourself? Surely I would never do that (ignore the picture to the left!). I have reached the point, that like the average Londoner, I kind of stare blankly ahead of me, so that I do not feel obligated to sidestep picture-taking tourists. Oh yes, I know – I have spent plenty of time as a tourist, and understand the plight of the average tourist. But really, I am now starting to sympathize with the plight of the Londoner!

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Life in the haze...

The trials of learning to live, of overcoming defeat, of living without a formal plan, of learning to reevaluate the present, and all with a personal motto of 'I don't know...'

In the Haze...

These are the ramblings of a disorganized, uncertain, yet somewhat anal individual. There is no true theme to this blog - it covers whichever issue happens to be bothering me at that particular moment. I am honest, which can cause problems. I don't apologize for that.

I do not proof-read, as I generally do not have time to do so. I will skim these blogs for apparent mistakes, but unless the mistake is highly obvious, I will likely miss it.

My spelling is mediocre, because I am apart of the first generation who allowed their spelling to go to h*ll with the introduction of Spellcheck. If Spellcheck misses something, I miss it too.

I spent eight years in university; as a result my writing abilities have suffered. After eight years of having my writing torn apart, blasted for individuality, etc, I can no longer write with any sort of effectiveness. University stifles creativity. I'm ok with that, and I hope you are too.

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Fairly indecisive about most things, I dabbled in several lives before settling on this one. I have trained in Archaeology and Anthropology (which will forever remain my first loves and passions). Unfortunately, one day I woke up and realized that love and passion do not pay the bills...well, not legally. I am currently in transition, with no definite plans for when I'm returning to reality.
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